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I have arrived in a large open room of a train station. Behind me are the doors in from outside, to the left is the ticket counter area, in the center of the large open area are ticket taker stalls and the bottom of the escalators up to the second floor where all the trains are. The place is a mass of people all trying to get to the trains. I realize it is mostly children, just like me, and they are trying to get on the trains to go to wizard school. I am trying to figure out how to get to the escalators. Now I am walking around by the ticket purchasing area, which is separated from the larger space by a row of glass doors. I do not purchase any tickets but I decide that I am hungry. There is a small diner restaurant in the corner to the left of where I came into the large space. I must have walked through a wall, and now I am seated in the back corner. The place is cramped and there are still people around. Some of the people in front of me are ordering from the bar tender behind the counter. My australian friend R is up next and he places his order. The man behind the counter grins at the accent. He then asks what I will have and I say that I am fine thanks. R is not surprised that I am sitting behind him. I try to not talk in a fake australian accent because I think it would be rude, but I am not sure I am successful. The bar tender seems a little annoyed, and shortly after he gives R several packets of condiments to pass to me. I decide I am not entirely welcome, so I push my way through the people and I am back into the large space. I am feeling claustraphobic due to the press of the people so I start flying. At the top of the room are hanging lights laid out in a grid. There is another boy flying here on a parallel course to mine. I ask him if he could move a little bit so I do not accidentally fly us into the lights we are flying between, because I know it would make the stern teachers angry. At some point the <PERSON> and the Philosopher's Stone theme starts playing. I am looking down at the ticket taker area that controls access to the escalators, and I wonder how they can be effective if any of the wizards can just choose to fly up to the second story. I think to myself as I am flying around that I should do a back flip. I become lucid. I instinctively run my hand down my shirt, feeling the texture of it to stabilize the dream. I remember that colors become more vivid and I try to see if they have as I fly past some people on the second floor area. I cannot tell, but I specifically remember seeing color there and not anywhere else in the dream. I decide to try a backflip. I am going a little too fast and I almost hit the ceiling as I go over, but I manage to accomplish it. I remember that I wanted to ask a DC something but I am afraid none of them will talk to me. I find a girl in the bottom of the big open area waiting to get to the ticket takers. I fly down and try to figure out what to ask her. She thinks I am going to purpose. Then I wake up suddenly.